Song Yinxi extended her hand, fingertips pointing downward, striking a pose like a proud little kitten.
It reminded Min Xin of that popular meme: “Poor Tom, being played like a fiddle.”
Duan Jinchi actually seemed tamed, obediently stretching out his hand.
Song Yinxi’s faint pink fingertips gently landed in his palm, firmly enveloped by Duan Jinchi’s warm hand.
Seeing this, Min Xin immediately said, “President Duan, sorry! I momentarily forgot you two are married! I just brought Xixi out to relax. Our Xixi lost her mother since childhood, and her uncle always spoiled her. Now that you’re her husband, you should be understanding. If she throws minor tantrums, I hope you won’t mind. A man who pampers his wife is a truly good man.”
Forget other things—flattery first.
Anyway, he mustn’t bully Xixi.
“Don’t worry, I obey her every word. If she tells me to go east, I’d never go west!” Duan Jinchi declared without hesitation.
Not going west—he’d go north or south, just not east.
Duan Jinchi’s words were so smooth that Min Xin almost believed they were genuinely together.
Tsk.
Men.
Who knows how many people have been deceived by that silver tongue.
“We’re heading back now, good night!” Song Yinxi curved her eyes, “Bye!”
“Bye!”
After they got in the car, Song Yinxi’s gaze shifted from Duan Jinchi’s handsome profile to their joined hands. “Hubby, you seem to really enjoy holding my hand!”
The moment she spoke, Duan Jinchi released her hand as if electrocuted.
Song Yinxi’s expression instantly fell: “What’s that supposed to mean? You wouldn’t comfort me when I asked, you scolded me when I went out to clear my head, and now you won’t even hold my hand… You won’t let me kiss you either, we don’t share a room at night… Duan Jinchi, have you fallen out of love?”
Even with the driver present, Song Yinxi showed no fear.
Pretending to be her husband was Duan Jinchi’s own doing.
Maintaining the lie was his responsibility.
“You don’t love me anymore…”
“Already refusing physical contact…”
“We’ve only been married for three months…”
“Others have a seven-year itch, but you’re itching after just three months?”
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became, her eyes reddening, yet she suddenly raised her right hand: “Do you want a slap?”
Duan Jinchi: “…”
Wasn’t this contrast a bit too drastic? He thought Song Yinxi would ask if he wanted a divorce.
“Honey, we’re civilized people. Domestic violence is unacceptable behavior.” Duan Jinchi gently lowered her arm. “I know I was wrong. We’ll sleep together tonight.”
Huh?
Giving in so easily?
Is Duan Jinchi this easy to seduce?
What about her chastity?
Stupid brain!
Think quickly, find an excuse!
“You haven’t comforted me yet!” Song Yinxi pouted proudly.
“Honey, teach me how. How do you want me to comfort you…” Duan Jinchi borrowed this line from his father.
“Hubby, where the money is, there the love resides.” Song Yinxi smiled. “You’re a domineering CEO. A domineering CEO should toss me a Black Card and tell me to buy whatever I want!”
“Alright.”
Never be stingy with your wife—that’s what his father taught him.
Otherwise, the wife might start her own business, become constantly busy, and opportunities to meet would diminish.
When couples spend little time together, their feelings fade.
Like now—his parents only have eyes for work.
Leaving him to suffer!
“Is that true?” Song Yinxi approached him with a beaming smile, raising her hand to gently stroke his cheek. “Hubby, will you give me your Black Card…”
Her hand smelled so fragrant.
So soft.
The touch was tender and gentle.
Not a slap, yet it stung more than one.
Duan Jinchi’s gaze drifted toward her, his voice unconsciously lowering. “I’ll give you my Supplementary Card, with no spending limit.”
The Maybach glided through the night, with shifting lights and shadows inside the car.
Their bodies lightly pressed together, their gazes intertwined.
Song Yinxi blinked, admitting to herself that men were especially handsome when they were generous.
At this moment, even if Duan Jinchi was her arch-rival, he looked pleasing to her eyes.
“Hubby, when will you give me the Supplementary Card?”
“I’ll give it to you as soon as it’s processed.”
“Looking forward to it~” Song Yinxi lightly patted his cheek. “Thank you, hubby, mua~”
She blew him a flying kiss.
Duan Jinchi’s eyes grew dazed—what year was this again…
Duan Jinchi’s gaze turned hazy—what era was this?!
He actually saw his arch-rival touching and kissing him—though not for real.
Along the way, Song Yinxi felt as if Duan Jinchi had been bewitched, his soul absent, his mind lost in who knows what romantic fantasies.
Under the starry sky, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped. Before long, Duan Jinchi emerged.
Tonight, he was still in his familiar long sleeves and pants, wrapped up tightly, but his ears were terribly red.
Song Yinxi leaned against the headboard, utterly puzzled—she hadn’t teased him tonight at all!
Why were his ears as red as a bubble tea pot?!
“Wife, what are you looking at?”
Duan Jinchi leisurely walked toward the bed.
“Our chat history.”
Duan Jinchi: “!!!!”
“That thing… isn’t worth looking at.” He nervously swallowed.
She must have already seen the important parts.
Damn it!
Could it be…
Was he going to be exposed tonight?
Would she still want the Supplementary Card?
“Wife~”
Duan Jinchi sat by the bed and leaned close to her. “Didn’t you want to kiss me? Go ahead and kiss me, stop playing with your phone—play with me instead!”
To stop her from checking the chat history, he even begged for kisses.
For someone as innocent as Duan Jinchi, this was a huge sacrifice.
“Our chat history is so short!” Song Yinxi pretended to complain. “It only goes up to last month. Could it be… this is a new phone!!”
The heavy dark clouds over Duan Jinchi’s head instantly cleared, replaced by bright sunshine.
Hahaha!
Hahaha!
Heaven helps me!
Heaven helps me!
The heavens want me to be Song Yinxi’s husband!
Who would have thought…
Never in a million years did he expect Song Yinxi to have a new phone.
“I can’t believe I made such a rookie mistake—changing phones without backing up the records.” As she spoke, Song Yinxi casually set her phone aside and hooked her finger around his pajama button. “Hubby, aren’t you hot?”
“I am…”
“If you’re hot, why are you still wearing long sleeves and pants? Don’t you have summer pajamas at home?” Song Yinxi’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Or… are you guarding against me? We’re already married, yet you’re acting like a chaste martyr. You’re not cool~”
“Not cool? You probably mean not well-behaved!”
He actually had the nerve to correct her word choice?
“You have no internet savvy.”
“Why would I need internet savvy? I’m not trying to be an influencer!” Duan Jinchi retorted instinctively.
Song Yinxi blinked.
Duan Jinchi awkwardly forced a smile—he’d momentarily forgotten he was Song Yinxi’s husband now.
He’d instinctively talked back to her.
“If you don’t behave, it means you’re not being good, and you’ll have to be dealt with~” Song Yinxi smiled brightly. “Go change your clothes.”
“Changing is such a hassle. How about I just take them off instead?”
“Sure, go ahead and take them off…”
Song Yinxi withdrew her hand, but her gaze remained fixed intently on him.
Like a stone statue waiting for her husband.
Duan Jinchi placed his fingers on the buttons. “I’m really taking them off?”
“Go ahead, aren’t you my husband? Why so hesitant!” The corners of Song Yinxi’s lips lifted.
She kept watching openly, without any reservation.
After all…
She had nothing to lose.